acceptance

the women who save me

this is for all the suffering of the women who save me, ongoing in the present tense, that is save as in every day every day passed every day to come all the every of all the moments of all the times space conceals from us. there have been many, one of whom carried the […]

the origin of blossoming

there was a time in my life where i would have seen this as a painting, a watercolor to be exact, of a reality called dahlias. in those days i might have commented on the style, the technique, used some art terminology to capture the artists capturing, of this thing in reality called dahlias. but […]

elephants are small, really

it’s normal to perceive the universe in forms we humans can accommodate, where elephants are big creatures, and we, relatively small, but big at the same time, if we are staring at a twirling sparrow when asking the question. one day this painting stumbled into me, and i sat down on the steps, for perhaps […]

and then, no more

she was never going to leave me, and i was never going to leave her, she’s gone now, and i am too, lost, i mean, has anybody seen me? she wrote me a poem once, “Ghost dance and I am there, on the plains, as in my dreams, as i was, brown skin in sun, […]

mother goddess of the universe

the bird who woke me up this morning, was the same bird of my childhood, in whom i understood i was not alone in the world, and the world was inside me. though i am 53 now, the bird has lived on within me, migrated over worlds and time, to remind me she takes care […]

Just beyond my reach

someday, i’ll tell you about this. tonight is some day. i first saw it hanging there, not long after i saw her standing there, under its bigger brother, under a load she had tried to dislodge from her heart, but couldn’t, until she came to us, and we pulled it out with a lithe feather, […]

Just sort of floating there

if you float around a lot, sooner or later you’ll end up in the north pacific gyre, where all the plastic trash of our human lives winds down, one might think this is a failure of some form, to have arrived in that vortex of garbage, but floating or not, disciplined or not, we end […]